And the Blue Rain from the Sky Fell

Chapter One

As the rain fell, Harry gazed through the mirror his two best friends going somewhere he hadn't been told. He had once heard that when a human being reached a critical emotional spot, the rain would turn blue and, of course, tears would be spilt.

Harry wondered why that wasn't happening. Harry began crying: he was crying because of them, because of the two people he cared for most in the entire world.

"And the blue rain from the sky fell and his tears his hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

He had once heard that story: the one about the blue rain. It was said to fall from the sky and wipe all sadness. But it didn't. Harry was still feeling sad and he knew that Ron and Hermione would never come back.

Harry heard someone coming.

"You look worried, mate. Is there anything you want to tell me?" Ron once asked Harry.

"Ron, we're best friends, aren't we?" Harry questioned Ron.

"I don't know. Let me think about it." Ron smiled and then patted Harry's shoulder. "Harry, of course we are best friends. Why do you ask?"

"You won't leave me, will you?"

Ron hugged Harry tightly and gave him a kiss in the cheek. "You worry too much, mate. Besides, if I were planning to do that, would I have given you a kiss?"

Harry laughed. "No. I think you wouldn't have."

Ron walked to a desk and sat down. They had to do an essay titled "Potions which bring wizards back to life: A myth or a reality?"

"Would you mind bringing your arse over here and give me a hand?" Ron asked Harry. Harry smiled and helped him.

Professor Snape was behind Harry.

"For Merlin's sake, Potter! What have you done?!" Harry heard Professor Snape asking him.

Harry didn't answer. He was just staring at Malfoy's dead, bleeding, savaged corpse. Severus Snape moved Harry away from Malfoy.

"Mr. Malfoy, can you hear me?" Snape sounded utterly worried.

"He can't. He's dead," Harry said calmly. "I killed him."

"And the blue rain from the sky fell and his tears his hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

"Potter, help me try to revive him. Move!" Snape demanded. Harry moved closer and touched Malfoy's skin. He was cold as ice. Harry knew there was no way of bringing him back, especially after having bled so much. Snape hadn't seen all the blood in the mud. Snape only saw the awkward expression in Malfoy's face, and his eyes which were rolled backwards and nothing else. Snape hadn't seen that Malfoy's torso was pierced.

"What the hell is this?" Snape saw all the blood in the mud: all that dark blood that seemed infinite. It was just as if the darkness Malfoy had inside had just been taken out.

It was raining heavily. Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger were entering the Hogwarts train. They were going back home, just them, no-one else. Harry Potter was running at them, he was sad and confused. Harry didn't know why his two best friends were leaving.

"Ron! Hermione!" Harry yelled. "Wait, please!" But they didn't want to wait. They hurried up and got into the train. Harry arrived and saw the train departing.

"Ron! Hermione! Please, don't go! I love you! I need you!" Harry yelled at them. But they didn't listen. They were gone and they hadn't even said a proper goodbye. Harry Potter let himself fall to his knees. The stone floor was wet and cold. Harry Potter cried that night. He was suffering, and then he realised that Malfoy's words were true. Harry couldn't get that phrase out of his head. It kept banging, as if a bomb had just gone off, "there's nothing you can do about it."

"Potter, tell me that you didn't do this," Snape said worried.

"I did, Professor. He had it coming," Harry replied while crying silent tears.

Snape stood up and did a subtle movement with his wand. Malfoy's body levitated. "I've got to take him to the infirmary. You, come with me and don't try to do anything. You're in some serious trouble. Beg that Draco is alright."

"Professor, Malfoy's dead."

"Shut up!"

Harry knew that Snape refused to believe Malfoy was dead.

"And the blue rain from the sky fell and his tears his hands cleaned." Harry thought that while watching Malfoy's dead body.

Harry had never heard such fuzz in the infirmary. He didn't enter though. He just stayed outside. It was somehow better. He stared at the stone walls, thinking about Ron and Hermione. He didn't care about Malfoy anymore. He was dead, so there was nothing to do about him.

The first class of Defence Against the Dark Arts was just about to begin. Filch was going to be the new teacher. Nobody knew why Snape wasn't there instead. Harry sat with Ron in a desk in the back of the class which hadn't started yet.

"What's he going to teach us anyway? Is he going to teach us how to defend ourselves of evil blood sucking mops?" Ron said aloud and everybody laughed. Harry was glad to be Ron's best friend. Filch entered the classroom and everybody fell silent.

"Now listen to me, you lil' pests: this is temporal. I won't be here with you for long. So, first thing, I'm your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," Filch said coldly.

"That sounded like "I'm your new Defence Against the Dark Arse teacher", didn't it?" Ron whispered to Harry.

Harry smiled to himself. That class sucked when Filch was the teacher. Filch didn't last long: a new professor was hired. Professor Caspian was a hell out of a teacher. It had been said in the hallways that Professor Caspian was...well, that he was gay. Not that Harry cared of course, he was tolerant, but some others didn't like that: Malfoy, for example. What he had done was unforgivable.

Harry heard Snape going out of the infirmary. His eyes were red, like if he had cried.

"Potter, you're going to pay for this. We're going with the headmistress," Snape said.

"And the blue rain from the sky fell and his tears his hands cleaned." Harry thought that while thinking of Malfoy's dead body.

As Harry walked through the corridors, he remembered the day he heard that story about the blue rain.

"Harry, what I am just about to tell you is very important," Dumbledore said, pausing to get some air. "Every time you feel lost, watch the stars. They're never wrong. Their light will bathe you, and once the boy has found his way through darkness, the blue rain from the sky will fall and his tears his hands shall clean."

"The blue rain?" Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled and put his hand over Harry's. "Harry, every answer you seek is inside you. You've just got to know where to look."

Harry just stared at those beautiful, mystic eyes.

"We're here, Potter. Enter," Snape said bringing Harry back to reality.

But maybe Harry didn't want to enter...